Empty shadows of love-

Cry in your palace of gold-

Tender tears-

They shine on your robes-

With desperate diamonds-

Desperate passions.


Fire torches line up-

In your gardens of love-

They play games with your heart-

But your bedroom’s so cold-

But your bedroom’s so mad-

While your destiny showers caresses-

On the fortunate lovers, fortunate strangers-


But you are, as always-




So alone——-


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